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MISSING FRIEND

Franklin would love this cartoon. It is part of his story.

Something new.

Franklin's best dog friend, Bruno, will not go past the house on his walk but comes into the driveway and sits looking for Franklin.

If we are around, we go out and pat him and that seems to help out.

It is one of those tough moments that tell us how much Franklin meant to others as well as his own close family.

We are doing better. I have been able to use the "d" words for two days now. "Dead". "Died". No euphemisms.

The impossibility of his death has now faded. It is possible. It is real. I guess that was the denial phase of grieving.

More people show up who do not know about it yet.

We went through "the wash" last night on our walk and met two women. One was our neighbor with her dogs. Had to tell the story again. Franklin was a good friend to those dogs too. Always looked them up at their gate. Nose to nose and then on for our walk.

She went on and on about it.

John says that there are people who would wave when he had Franklin on a walk and who, without him, now, don't know who John is.

We are getting along though. The pain has eased. The tears have diminished. We have worked through the weekly cycle of events which trip a thought or a feeling about him.

Time heals. Some.

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